Soothing Say (pre-revision)

For any who in a why
cast the carved up bones and see
the silence drops asleep
on smiling toothy ridges, clink
goes the starved scarecrow scales.

A shadow collapses and
rises a doubled over wing,
a lazy mosaic breaking in the face
choking the wind's crumbling jaws
lapping at the fray,
waiting thick in neat tears
until the scissor snip
cross hairs lower.

Just the same, who turn
and why it is young
and they beat deep with fall
of a thousand summers
and then it is the same again-
just the old bones
croak from tossed hand.